Tipton Poetry Journal
Still Life w/Yellow Brian Robert Flynn I wish I were a painter, so I could paint that Bartlett pear. Upright, on that blue willow plate right there. A shining spectrum exactly splattered, my focus on the yellow. Our Jell-O perceives us, too, as gelatinous cubes aquiver Trembling with each pull of our bowl, peaceful and harmless until we aren’t. We wiggle and jiggle. Oh, how we wiggle and we jiggle. If she likes it lemon fresh, Jell-O’s focus aims for yellow. Tart raindrops glisten on still petals in ripe fields. When the sun’s rays finally pop, its quintessential turning Yields a coalescing air. And for those of us who are color-blind, swirling traffic lights bedevil. I wish I were a painter, I’d just focus on the yellow.
Originally from Denver, Brian Robert Flynn is currently breathing the fiction and poetry of Washington, DC. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in LETTERS Journal, The Learned Pig, Glasgow Review of Books, Banango Street, and The Moth.